She Likes My Orange Panties

"You have a nice batch of girls here." I said to Julie as we sat on the couch watching a movie with some of the girls.
Julie looked at me with an angry face.
"Don't get any ideas, you are mine and only mine." She said poking me in the nose.
"What ever gave you that idea?" I said with a smile.
She open mouthed gasped at me, making me laugh.
"Aww, don't worry I am yours. Which means you are mine so don't go whoring around anymore." I said then leaned in for a kiss.
"That won't be hard with you here." She said in a low voice then leaned in the rest of the way for a soft kiss.
The girls around us did an "Aww" in unison.
I pulled away blushing and she pulled away giggling.
Julie told me that since she was little she had no problem with public affection.
I never had public affection.
Everything I had done with Violet was behind closed doors.
Not that I'm complaining, the only affection I really liked in public was playful tap on the butt or hand holding.
"Our Princess Julie is off limits now." One of the girls said with a pout.
"Yeah and we didn't get to have fun with her cute partner either." Another said making all of us laugh.
"What? I'm serious." We all laughed again.
We finished watching the movie and then Julie and I went to her room.
Upon entering she attacked my lips hungrily and let her hands slither to my hips.,
I kissed her back draping my arms around her neck.
She pulled me down to the floor and I was just a little surprised.
"Julie." I said in a whiny voice.
"Rango." She said then leaned in for another kiss.
"We're on the floor." I said whining more.
"I know, it's sexy." She said pulling up my shirt over my head.
"Your making me embarrassed." I said covering my bra covered chest.
She pulled away and looked at me.
She smiled and got up running to her desk.
I sighed a little relieved knowing what she was doing.
She came back and straddled my waist.
She held her trusty drawling pad and pencil.
"Stay still." She said pointlessly. Last time I moved when I didn't know when she was drawling me she hit me over the head.
I stayed looking at her. She looked so pretty and adult like when she drew.
She actually loved to draw.
Her father was a painter.
She didn't like to paint but drawling was her muse.
Apparently I was her perfect model.
She made the lines for the picture and said she would finish later.
Then she tried to ravish me.
I had to stop her because I had to go study for test.
She really was interesting.
I really liked her.